Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Vette had come home late last night from the bar, wired on weird Japanese sodas and feeling altogether disgruntled that, even at a party for people from her galaxy, she and Hera were still the only non-humans at the bar. She'd made her way into her room, muffled a frustrated scream into a pillow, and had let the siren call of the sugar crash sweep her away, laying there face-first on her bed, fully clothed and everything.

And so, when she'd woken up this morning, she at least had fewer problems than she otherwise could have had. Getting out of bed had been an adventure that had mostly consisted of climbing down the bedsheets. Getting out of the room had involved enlisting one of the squirrels as a guide through the walls with promises of a whole bottle of rum just for him whenever she was capable of lifting her wallet again. And, once she got into the common room...

She stood on the floor, staring up... and up... and up at the fridge, the tiniest Twi'lek to have ever graced the dorms with her presence, small and insignificant in the face of the impenetrable ziggurat looming before her.

"I HATE THIS PLACE!"

[OOC: Open!]

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[hashtag_chocobro]

"Oh, man," Prompto groaned, throwing back his head for a moment as he relived the traumatizing journey all over again in his head, "only pretty much, like, forever! But by the time I realized just how far away it was when you're this," gesturing incredulously to himself, "size, I was pretty much already here. And I did not want to climb back up the stairs I'd already gone down, I can tell you that much. SO unless anyone down here is miraculously still their normal height, I think I'm stuck down here. So..." He laughed a little, shaking his head. "Howdy, neighbor, I guess."

[unusual_sith]

Lana laughed. "Hello. Normally I might worry, but I think the couch down here is plenty big to sleep on right now. Hopefully none of us have to leave the dorms for anything."

She thought about it. "Damn. I'm supposed to open the library tomorrow. I hope this is over by then."

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto took a moment to examine the height of the couch and felt every one of his muscles screaming out in pre-emptive protest. "I think," he said, "I'll be fine sleeping under the couch. Gather up a bunch of dust bunnies, have myself a nice little pillow...

"Sucks about the library, though, if this doesn't clear up. But I think, if you're missing work, being shrunken is a pretty good excuse."

[unusual_sith]

"Probably," Lana allowed. "I'd still rather not, though. And you don't have to sleep under the couch; I'm sure we can find some way you can get up and down."

She thought about it. "I wonder if there's a comb lying around."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"What, to use like a ladder?" Prompto asked, but he shook his head. "I'd be too worried I wind up falling into the crack between the cushions and getting stuck there, anyway, but I appreciate the thought."

Honestly, if he was stuck down here and he was stuck sleeping in the common room because some people he thought were his best friends didn't let him crash in their room, he was going to be a little salty about it, because come on, now.

[unusual_sith]

"Whatever you prefer," Lana said. "You're welcome in our room, too, but it's a bit of a trek."